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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
8/9/2011 |
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This is extraordinarily clever, Jon, as so intricately you take us into the folds of the den and of life.
My favorite lines...
"life and living have ebbed from the den
it is the haunt for dreams and deprivation"
Many Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
8/8/2011 |
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This is fine poetry and it is worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing your gift my friend. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
8/8/2011 |
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An interesting vision that completes mine. It is made of memories that I couldn't have shared. Your contained, yet expressive composition gives an impression of the changing time in the den.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
8/7/2011 |
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I read this twice, Jon. Much enjoyed! Love and hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
8/7/2011 |
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...Outstanding, Jon Michael you had so many notable lines in this piece as Pea said so elegantly, but I also like this one..
" shadows no longer carry optimisms measure "
Love and peace dear friend, Carole~
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| Reviewed by Michelle Mead |
8/5/2011 |
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| Great job at showing the sadness and dust in this den that held a life over many years, once full of hope and promise, not resting in the memories of it all. Excellent word choice and descriptions. Blessings, Jon. |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
8/4/2011 |
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********** B R A V O !!! **********
"...memorabilia is the atmosphere's concierge. . ." :::> Awesome!
Other faves include "raised brow of approval," "optimism watered the potted flowers," and "exhumation is not a visitor entertained."
Thank you so much for sharing this gem.
xOx Phyllis xOx |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
8/2/2011 |
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Jon, Unique and clever..makes me think of the saying 'if walls could talk', you certainly brought this den alive with history to boot! so good to see yous post!
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
8/2/2011 |
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aromas of decadence consumed in yesterdays...
Beautiful, Jon. At your poetic best.
-gene.
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
8/2/2011 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
8/1/2011 |
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So very deep in thought as if waiting patiently for life to return and replay once again...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
8/1/2011 |
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This is intense and penetrating writing, Jon,
writing of passion and definte view...your sub-line
'Archives of a room' intrigues and provokes, the whole poem
stirs and demands attention and attention, My Friend,
i give it in whole.
Yes!
John |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/1/2011 |
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AD is getting moldy? Seriously, this poem evokes images of searches through old buildings trying to read the handwriting on their walls, aged but still revealing secrets. An enchanting journey into our not too distant past.
About 2003, my brother took my mother through her childhood farmhouse until she left to get married in 1942. It was rented for a while until my grandparents sold it about 1945. Though vacant for many years, the old place still contained memories of my childhood. Remarkable with the harshness of Wisconsin winters on vacant property.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/1/2011 |
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Very intense and descriptive write Jon that gives the reader much to ponder.
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
8/1/2011 |
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I hope not but poets oft spill out the hurt in life as well as the mirth and the shadows of assassins lay in wait for the right moment. Poignant write.
George |
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